Why talk for hours?. I'd rather everything remained unsaid. And I see shadows. So I hide away. . What are you thinking now?. I wonder. As you stand forlorn.
She says, why don't you let me take you home. He's bored and doesn't want to sleep alone. She'd like another drink. And he's blinded by her clothes. .
Why can't you see those hands are cold and gray?. When her imperfections hide away. And in the half light you can barely see that face. Maybe it's better that way.